Almost a month ago someone my husband and I were friends with hurt me two days after my husband left for a long work trip. I told the person no, and I asked him to stop but he didn't. I was disoriented immediately afterwards, and I was not sure what to classify the event as. I had not hit him or even yelled during the event, I just quietly told him no twice and asked him to stop twice. I told myself that because I did not physically fight back I was at fault. It happened again two days later, I only said no once that time. I did not tell anyone until the 17th of October. I told 2 of my friends that it was consensual even though they kept asking if he had hurt me. I told my husband the morning of October 18th, and I started to tell him the events but he began to yell at me. He said some pretty harsh things, and I immediately felt that those things were true. I tried to say what happened a few times to people who asked me about the events, but each time I heard my husband yelling at me in my head. I finally told my friend that I had said no to the act a few days ago, she then said that she hated me and I was a terrible person. I went home and literally destroyed my house. Broken glass everywhere holes in the walls, etc. I was trying to find my shoes to prevent injuring myself on all of the glass when I fell and cut my hand. That same friend asked if I was okay on fb messenger, and I sent her a photo of my cut up hand with glass in it. I went outside and decided to sleep in my car, but then said friend's husband shows up. I left and parked my car two blocks away and just tried to sleep. My husband began calling me, and I finally told him I had said no to the person but expressed that I did not want to talk about it. They called the cops on me I was charged with drinking and driving. My friend told the cops why I had gotten so emotional. I was detained and taken to the hospital where my hand, and threw away my driver's license "accidentally". The aforementioned friend has decided that "I am too much for her to handle". My husband told his higherups without asking me beforehand, and now the only report that I can make would start an investigation. I am no longer allowed to drive where I live, and I am stuck here with no way to leave my house. I am no longer in denial about what happened, but coming to terms with the nature of my situation has left me in a horrible spot mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally.